Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It

In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.

Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.

His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”

Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”

Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”

Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.

Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.

Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”

No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.

Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”

Henry’s eyes reddened.

He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.

The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.

An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.

Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.

He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.

On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.

His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.

Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.

He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!

Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.

Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”

Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.

He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”

Melora covered her mouth in shock.

It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.

Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”

Melora was crushed.

She knew she had been punching above her weight.

Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.

“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.

In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”

Melora had no choice.

She packed some clothes and followed Henry.

the stairs,

Henry with a hint of fear in his expression, but he

head, assuring gently, “I am your uncle. Your mommy is

Berthold relaxed, closing his

delicately placed the little boy into the child seat

the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell

“You’re afraid now?”

car and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from

he

later, the car slowly pulled into

she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of

she saw Henry holding

for

Berthold sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and

Crystal nodded.

staircase again, she opened the door

tucking the tiny boy

or the day had been too long, for the child

before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as

fair as porcelain and finely chiseled, were

felt his heart

caressed Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child

aback, wore her guilt on her

“You must have figured out who the old

words came out more

the children hear you.

fierce glare, but

now wore an armor of courage. “Don’t take your anger out on me,” she

the tense

her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll

Crystal agreed with a

had unresolved matters between them, grievances yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned on one

to do? After all, I am Melora’s

to the guest room. Softly, she began, “Don’t mind your brother’s Let’s freshen up first. Let me prepare some snacks for you- your

about to step out, Melora held

tidal wave of emotion washed

have come back

in a

for us to eat. You take a bath first. Everything you need

Melora nodded.

went to prepare the snack. By the time everything was

pajamas, the kind where the

Crystal noticed.

and beckoned with a tremble in her voice, “Come and eat. Everything here is your

sat down and began to

longer the chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine on

kept her

Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry

she dwell on

single-handedly raised their child, living a tough life worrying

together. However, they were swept away by the winds of time just like fleeting

newspaper. He

lost her youthful radiance. Moreover, the passage of

Crystal said, “Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger.

girl nodded

settling Melora in, Crystal went to see

heavy door of the study. The room was

sat behind the desk, smoking. The ashtray before him was filled to

door behind her, walked to the

too much! Aren’t you

watched her in

voluntarily approached him, sat on

out the cigarette

sat in this shared silence for a long while before he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper, “Crystal, have I failed? If I hadn’t insisted on going to Kingdom of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must

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